Martin awoke, disorientated. His eyes opened and he took in his surroundings. He found himself in a medium sized room, virtually empty, except for a table in front of him in the middle of the room and a bag sitting on top of it. There was a single door, directly ahead of him, behind the table. He looked ahead and to his left and caught a glimpse of a figure leaning against the wall. Noticing that he was awakening, she stepped slightly forward. She was slim, wearing a single piece black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Martin, startled by her presence, rose to his feet.
"Hello?" he said, inquisitively.
There was no reply. Martin was confused regarding how he had got here and what exactly had happened. Now on his feet, he motioned with intention of walking towards the young woman.
"Do not move!" came her firm instruction.
Martin stopped immediately.
"Remove your clothing - everything," she commanded.
Her words were direct, calculated and emotionless. Martin was stunned. Did he just hear that right?
"Now wait a minute," Martin exclaimed. "What is going on h..."
Before he could finish his sentence, her hand moved down to an electronic device attached to her wrist. She pushed a button.
"Aggghhh," cried Martin. There was a sudden pain directly in his neck.
Martin hadn't noticed since waking up, but he was wearing a shock collar around his neck. He frantically tried to take it off but realised it had been locked on by a small padlock. There was no way he could remove it.
"Aggghhh," he cried again as she continued to shock him.
She looked at him. No emotion. Nothing. Only a look that said to him that she was used to getting what she wanted.
"Remove your clothing - everything," she repeated more emphatically. "And put them in the bag."
Martin, realising that he had no choice, started to remove his shirt. He didn't wish to be shocked again. Unbuttoning it quickly and removing it, he noticed the eyes of his captor roaming his chest. Satisfied that he was complying, she also enjoyed the knowledge that this man would soon be naked and quivering before her. She was a woman, after all. She was taking pleasure from watching this man strip for her - at her command. She wanted to see him standing there, naked, with his cock swinging in the air. She often wondered about a man's size, when she would see an attractive man on the street. She often fantasized about having such men under her control. But alas, they would pass by and be gone. But not this one, she thought. He was mine, to do with as I please. She began to smile.
Martin removed his socks and shoes and took his watch off. He looked up at his captor before starting to remove his trousers. She stared directly back at him, not about to repeat her instruction for a third time.
Martin quickly removed his trousers and stood there only in his orange boxer shorts. He felt silly and still wasn't sure what was happening. Was this some type of revenge from an ex-girlfriend he had mistreated? His mind was racing. But this has gone far enough, he though. She has had her fun. He was not going to drop his shorts and stand here fully naked.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but this has gone far enough," he said. "I'm not going any further until I know what this is all about."
She said nothing. She simply moved her had to the device on her wrist - and pressed.
"Aggghhh," cried Martin. "Agggghhh, please, stop!"
The pain was worse than before. She had set it for an increased voltage this time and for longer, just to drive her point home. She had known from past experiences that in the beginning there is disobedience. She was expecting this. So, she had already set the device for a higher setting after the previous shocking.
Martin, not wanting to experience that ever again, quickly now dropped his boxers around his ankles to show his compliance and to hopefully make her stop. He looked up at the young woman, who grinned with delight. Her hands moved away from the controller and back to her side. Martin then removed the boxers completely and along with his other clothes, put them into the bag that was on the table and zipped it up. He stepped back, away from the table, with his hands covering his manhood to preserve what little modesty he had left.
The woman gestured that he should put his arms by his side and Martin quickly complied, exposing his cock and balls to her view. He felt silly, standing naked, with everything now hanging on display for her gaze. Wearing nothing except for the electric shock collar around his neck which had rendered him so helpless, he wondered what was coming next. Could it get any worse?
The young woman reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She pressed the camera app and then simply said to Martin.
"Hands on your head."
She had done this many times before. She enjoyed taking fully nude pictures of her new conquests. It not only served to embarrass them greatly, but she had a scrapbook of naked men at home that she liked to add to as a record of those whom she had broken. Martin would now be made to assume various positions, just like those previous men had done already. She was reviewing the past photos the previous evening and had been looking forward to today for several weeks.
She moved directly in front of Martin and held the phone up and focused the photograph. Click! That was it - she now had a fully nude photograph of Martin. But she wasn't going to stop there.
"Turn around - face the wall." Click! "Stand sideways." Click! "On all fours." Click! "Bum in the air." Click! "Stand up - hands by your sides." Click! "Grab hold of you cock and balls with your hands, as if presenting these to me." Click! Click! Click!
Martin felt humiliated. But what could he do? If he disobeyed, she would shock him until he obeyed. He wasn't about to test how far she would go. He could barely stand the shocks she gave him already!
"Right. I want one more," she said. "This time cover your cock and balls. I want to be able to show people that you are nude, without revealing everything to them".
Show people? Martin thought to himself. Who is she going to show?
Click! It was done.
"Right, now it's time for some video. Jumping jacks. Begin!"
This was another shock for Martin. "Please no!" he pleaded. But his pleas fell on deaf ears and when he then saw her hand heading for the device attached to her wrist, he quickly complied and started jumping.
"One..., two..., three...," Martin counted. He was flapping about like a bird trying to take off but failing to do so. His cock and balls bouncing up and down with Martin now starting to blush. She loved it and clicked the record button. "Four... five... Six..., " he continued. "Seven... eight... Nine..."
The young woman made a point of taking various angles of Martin doing the jumping jacks. Head on; off the right; off to the left. Martin had ben jumping for almost a minute now and was getting tired.
"Stop!" she commanded.
